Young Annabelle Series: Young Annabelle, The Truth About James, What My Heart Wants

by Sarah Tork

  “What did you call me bitch face!” He roared.

  “Joe, stop!” Dean yelled.

  “Yeah Joe, stop!” James mimicked squeakily. Dean stood frozen, obviously shocked by James’s behavior. Joe used Dean’s shocked state to his advantage and charged towards James, who looked like he was ready to hit someone too.

  Donna and her crew squealed like idiots behind him. “Ugh-mah-God! James No!!!!”

  That stupid biotch! God, could they go a minute without acting like fools? That would be the shock of a lifetime.

  Joe pushed James, barely making him move. James was strong. Dean and his boys quickly joined in as did James’s. They pushed and swung at each other, random people hanging around the park were making a run for it.

  Oh my God! I couldn’t believe this was happening. I gazed at the horror in front of me. There was no way I could go out to that. I was staying in the safe bathroom.

  There was so much yelling and squealing. The girls were yelling. “Stop!”

  The sound of police sirens rang loudly and that did it, the fight quickly broke up. Everyone scattered, running away before the cops showed up and arrested them. James and his boys, plus Donna and her crew ran to their cars. Dean and his boys did the same. They were probably all scared that the police were going to stop and arrest them, that they didn’t think about anything else but to get out of there as quickly as possible. All the cars pulled out of the parking lot and minutes later a police car showed up. They wandered around, searching the area for any trouble.

  My heart rate finally lowered. But then I realized something, I’d been left alone here. Dean forgot all about me.

  *~*~*

  I began the long walk home, alone. Which I didn’t mind, it was only 8:45pm. I had time before I needed to be home. Some walking would do me good, especially after the horror that had just happened. I’d never witnessed a fight in my life, especially one of that magnitude. It was horrible. There was blood and bruising everywhere.

  My phone beeped as I walked the long trek home. I checked and saw that I just got a message from Dean.

  Dean: OMG Anna I’m so sorry! Where are you?

  I texted him back.

  Annabelle: I’m okay, are you okay?

  He quickly texted me back.

  Dean: I’m okay, just a few bruises, that douchebag James guy started it!

  Annabelle: He’s a hothead!

  Dean: Where are you?

  What should I tell him? I didn’t feel like being around anyone right now. So I lied.

  Annabelle: Oh I’m home already, I called my friend and she came and picked me up, I just got home.

  Dean: I’m so sorry. I’m glad you got home safe.

  Annabelle: No worries, anyways ttyl.

  Dean: Okay…sorry again. I’ll text you later. K?

  Annabelle: K. bye.

  Dean: Cool, bye.

  I tucked my phone back in my jacket pocket, but it just beeped again. I thought my conversation with Dean was over.

  When I glanced at the screen again, my jaw dropped. It wasn’t Dean, it was James. What did this asshole want now? He already did enough. He ruined my date!

  Tiger: Where were you while we kicked the shit out of those pussy’s you were hanging out with?

  What? How did he know I was there? The temptation to text back won.

  Annabelle: What are you talking about?

  Tiger: I saw you!

  Annabelle: And?

  Tiger: You choose that pussy over me!

  Annabelle: What do you want?

  Tiger: I want to know why?

  Annabelle: I don’t have to explain myself to you, go and hang out with Donna!

  Tiger: We went out as a group, I wasn’t out with just her!

  Annabelle: Don’t care!

  Tiger: You do!

  Annabelle: Stop bothering me!

  Tiger: Where were you?

  Annabelle: Why do you care, you’re not my boyfriend!

  Tiger: Stop it!

  Annabelle: Stop what?

  Tiger: Calm down!

  Annabelle: Leave me alone, you proved who you are!

  Tiger: I’m innocent you keep accusing me of things I didn’t do.

  Annabelle: You’re a trouble maker and an asshole.

  Tiger: Ahhh did I ruin your date….so sorry…...not!

  Annabelle: That’s okay, I’m sure there’s going to be more where that came from. In fact I think he’s texting me right now!

  Tiger: I’m going to kick the shit out of that kid!

  Annabelle: No you’re not!

  Tiger: The next time I see him, it’s going to be worse than tonight!

  Annabelle: You will not!

  Tiger: I will!

  Annabelle: Why are you trying to ruin my life!

  Tiger: I’m not, it’s you who’s doing all of this!

  Annabelle: What am I doing! It’s you, you’re the liar!

  Tiger: What did I lie about?

  Annabelle: You lied about going to parties!

  Tiger: You wouldn’t have had fun at the one on Sunday and it wasn’t a party, it was a get together! Friday’s party I wasn’t going to go, it was a last minute thing.

  Annabelle: I’m sure, that’s why Donna was there Sunday, when you guys hooked up!

  Tiger: We didn’t hook up!

  Annabelle: Kissed, whatever!

  Tiger: The only time we kissed was at Peter’s party.

  Annabelle: Don’t care!

  Tiger: You care….that’s why you’re angry.

  Annabelle: From here on out I’m ignoring you!

  Tiger: You can’t, I’m going to bother you until you crack!

  Annabelle: We’ll see, you’re going to fail!

  Tiger: You looked cute tonight……real cute.

  Annabelle: Stop it!

  Tiger: It killed me seeing you with him. I wanted to run out of the restaurant and beat him right there.

  Annabelle: Why? You’re not my boyfriend, you’re with Donna now.

  Tiger: I don’t care about Donna, I care about you!

  Oh God, here we go again. I could feel my insides melting.

  Annabelle: Then why didn’t you tell me the truth?

  Tiger: You didn’t give me the chance, you already came up with your own conclusions, what was I supposed to do.

  Annabelle: You said you had enough, you didn’t need this!

  Tiger: I was mad. I didn’t mean it.

  I didn’t text him back, but he texted me back again.

  Tiger: I saw your date run with his boys to their cars you weren’t there, where are you?

  Annabelle: I was hiding in the bathroom, the fight freaked me out, I waited till you guys left to leave.

  Tiger: Where are you now? I’ll pick you up.

  Annabelle: I want to walk, need time to think.

  Tiger: Tell me where you are now!

  Annabelle: I’m walking home. No more texting, bye!

  I put my phone back into my pocket and I was going to ignore him if he messaged me again. I knew where I was, and it was going to take me a long time to get home. Thankfully I had a bus app on my iPhone and there was a bus on route a few streets down that went by my neighborhood. I just had to get off and walk for about ten minutes. I checked my wallet for change, breathing a sigh of relief when I found enough for a fare. I didn’t feel like finding a bank at this time. As I walked down the street towards the bus stop ten minutes later, I could hear a car speeding down the street.

  What the hell? I turned facing the speeding car only to gasp when I saw what kind of car it was. It was a big black SUV.

  James?

  The SUV slowed down and rolled along the curb, coming to a stop in front of me, on the driver’s side with the window rolled down. James got out of the car and stood in front of me. The side of his face was scratched and a little red.

  “What are you doing here?” I asked lifelessly. He grabbed my hand abruptly and because I had no energy to fight him off, I let him lead me to the pas
senger side door. But before opening the door he pushed me against the closed door and grabbed my face, pulling me to him. His lips came crashing down as my back plastered against the door. My arms circled his waist as his lips hungrily kissed mine. After a few seconds, he pulled back, panting. He didn’t say anything. He pulled me out the way and opened the door for me, leading me inside.

  I didn’t know why I let him.

  Honest.

  He drove me home in silence, stopping a few houses down. The street was pitch black.

  “Fireball.” He murmured and I faced him.

  “Yeah.” I muttered.

  “Today was not a good day.” He said sadly.

  “You’re telling me.” I muttered back.

  He reached over and grabbed my hand, pulling it to his lap. His eyes met mine. “I didn’t hookup with her. Donna made that rumor up.”

  “Really?” I breathed.

  “Really.” James answered, softly.

  All of a sudden, James grabbed me by the waist pulling me closer to him. I circled my arms around his neck. He started kissing me softly, and then his kisses quickly turned hungry, as if he thirsted for me. He yanked my sweater jacket off and flung it to the back of his car.

  “You look fucking amazing.” He panted in between kisses, caressing my tank top from top to bottom.

  “Really?” I breathed, completely taken aback by his passion.

  “Yeah!” James panted, pulling back a few inches. “You wore this for me or for him?”

  “I thought you didn’t want me!” I sighed, both my hands massaging the back of his neck.

  “That’s not possible, baby, you belong to me.” James exclaimed, resting his forehead against mine. After a few seconds of catching our breaths, the kissing resumed, turning wilder with more touching. James’s hands traveled upwards, resting around my breasts.

  “Oh God!” I panted as his fingers grazed against my skin.

  “Can I?” He asked breathily.

  I thought about it for a second then nodded. I needed to feel him. One of his hands quickly traveled down my tank top into my bra cup, cupping my breast.

  It felt…. it felt….it felt amazing as he squeezed and played with my nipple. He pulled back, panting hard. “Let’s go to the back.”

  He went first and sat quickly in the back seat. He held out his arms for me. I squeezed through the gap between the front seats and he pulled me in, putting me on his lap, kissing me like crazy and touching me everywhere.

  His other hand lowered and went up from the bottom of my shirt, caressing my stomach. If this were to happen a few weeks ago, I would have stopped him. In fact I did stop him, but my stomach was a little flatter and right now I didn’t give a shit. It was so dark outside, no one could see, and the street was empty. We were invisible.

  “Someone could see.” I panted worriedly anyways.

  James shook his head. “No one can see baby.”

  “Okay.” I got up and straddled him.

  He grabbed the ends of my tank top, but stalled as he asked. “Is this okay?”

  I swiped his hands out of the way, taking the damn shirt off myself, making him laugh. “There’s my girl!” He hollered.

  I quickly pulled his shirt over his head and dropped it on the floor of his car. Our lips collided again as our bodies grinded against one another.

  How was this happening?

  We were going at lightning speed!

  But it felt too good to stop!

  James’s hands glided up my back, stopping at my bra strap. He stopped kissing me and looked up. “Can I?”

  Should I? I mean he already felt me up, what’s the difference if the bra came off?

  It was kind of fast….

  Yeah, but I was really into this, so screw it. I nodded. “Okay.” I breathed.

  James quickly unsnapped my bra, gliding it off and taking a long look at my breasts. “Wow.”

  “Baby, you’re fucking gorgeous.” He whispered, pulling me closer. He lifted me up and moved down the seat. He grabbed me and pulled me down to my back, then hovered over me.

  “I’m going to make you feel so good.” He promised, caressing the side of my face, peering deeply into my eyes as he pushed his hard chest into mine.

  “You better.” I chuckled quietly, biting my lip. He lifted himself up and pressed his lips against my jawline. Soon his lips were gliding along my neckline as his tongue licked every inch of skin it crossed. He traveled down around my breast, picking it up with his hand and devouring the nipple with his hot tongue, swimming circles around it. He began sucking it and an amazing feeling shot up in my lower area. James’s hand glided down and rested on top of my jeans.

  I was so happy that my stomach was lying flat. I didn’t even need to suck it in. He stopped sucking and looked up at me from beneath my breast. “Can I?”

  I nodded again.

  He unzipped my pants and glided his hand down there. “Only touching baby, nothing else.”

  “That’s good. I don’t particularly feel like losing my virginity in a car.” I sighed, my eyes rolling back the more he touched.

  James laughed against my stomach. “You’re funny.”

  “Thanks, I know.” I chuckled, reaching down and playing with his hair. As I massaged his scalp, he moaned.

  “Feels so good!” He groaned as his lips found their way back to my breasts, sucking around the nipple.

  “Good.” I chuckled, relaxed out of my mind.

  His hand reached inside my underwear and my head tilted back in shock at the rush of ecstasy that came with it.

  “Oh God!” I groaned into the car seat. His fingers started pulling and pushing and twirling, digging, doing everything they were supposed to be doing in that moment.

  It was freaking amazing. All of a sudden his fingers began moving faster and my heartbeats went along with it, raging against my ribs. I felt like I was about to burst into flames.

  “James!” I murmured, not knowing what was about to happen. Well I did know what was going to happen, I was going to have an orgasm. I’d had a few before, but this was something else, a little more intense to say the least.

  “Baby, come for me.” James urged, bringing his lips around my nipple again, sucking it hard.

  I groaned loudly, pulling his hair hard. His fingers dug in a little more and all of a sudden I was overcome with a startling feeling that literally took my breath away.

  “Oh my God!” I moaned loudly as everything went white. I slowly came down from the best orgasm of my life. It was so good. I slowly let go of his hair.

  “Normally I don’t like it when girls grab my hair, but in your case, please do it again.” James chuckled against my stomach, kissing it lightly.

  “I’m sorry.” I panted, trying to calm my crazy heartbeats.

  “Don’t be, that was amazing.” He gets up, bringing me up with him. “I’m happy you enjoyed it.”

  “I did.” I breathed, not bothering to cover myself up. I didn’t feel shy around him, not with what we just did. “What about you?”

  “What about me?”

  I reached over grabbing his jean button, unbuttoning it as he watched. “Fireball, baby, we don’t have to do it all tonight.”

  “It’s only fair.” I murmured, reaching inside his boxers and squeezing his large manhood, which made his head roll back. “Fuck!” He hissed.

  I pulled at him as his hand caressed my breast. It wasn’t long before he stopped my hand. “Where’s my shirt?”

  I grabbed his shirt off the floor and gave it to him. He held it over his man part, tugging the last bit for himself, but not before grabbing me and pulling me forward. “Baby I need your skin on me now.”

  I pushed myself up and plastered my body against him, kissing him with everything I had, as his other hand massaged my breast again. Soon his head pulled away from my kiss and he moaned, obviously releasing himself.

  “Jesus!” He hissed through his teeth, still tugging ‘it’ a few more times.

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sp; After finishing, his body slumped into the seat. I glided my fingers into his sweaty hair and smoothed it back. I glanced around the car and all the windows were slightly steamed.

  I couldn’t believe I just did that!

  And I couldn’t believe I loved it!

  James gave me a lazy smile and I started chuckling. I noticed on the side of his lip was a tiny scratch. I caressed the scratch. “This was from the fight today?”

  “Yeah, that’s the best they could do.” James said cockily, getting up and taking the dirty shirt off of his manly parts, but not before wiping any leftover bits away. He scrunched it up into a little ball and threw it into the back. I quickly put my bra and tank top back on. James grabbed a spare shirt from a bag on the ground and pulled it on. I fixed my hair, all of a sudden too shy to look at him in the face.

  “Hey.” He said, softly, grabbing my chin. “Look at me.”

  He delicately pulled my chin forward and softly kissed me on the lips. “Fireball?”

  “Yeah.” I responded softly.

  “You belong to me now. You understand?” James told me.

  “Only if you belong to me?” I gulped.

  “Baby, I’m only yours.” James stated, and then pulled me in for another epic kiss.